Trust

Chapter 8

"Lia! You almost ready?" Harry calls up the stairs.

"Just a second!" I finish with my eyeliner. My hair is straight and I'm wearing my favorite red dress with daisies on it. I run back into his room to slip on my black flats and grab my bag before joining him downstairs. When we get outside he opens my car door for me and closes it behind me before jogging around to the other side and climbing in as well.

My hand reaches for the stereo, turning up the volume to listen to my playlist. We sing along to all of the songs, laughing and smiling, our gazes continuously meeting. We're at the studio before I know it and he opens my door again for me before leading me inside.

"There you are!" A woman yells from behind us. We turn around to see a middle aged woman with short blonde hair and tall white heels hurrying towards us. "You're late, Harry."

"I know, sorry," he laughs when she approaches us, "Lia takes forever to get ready."

I can feel the pink rising in my cheeks. I slap his bicep lightly and he chuckles again.

"Hi Lia, I'm Margaret Taffer. Nice to meet you," she holds her hand out for me to shake and I do. "I'm One Direction's publicity manager."

"Oh. So you arrange all of these interviews and stuff?"

"And stuff," she winks at me. "C'mon Harry, we're all waiting for you."

Harry intertwines our fingers, holding onto my hand as we are directed to a room further down in the direction Margaret came.

I tug on Harry's arm and he leans down to me. "What did she mean by 'and stuff'?" I whisper into Harry's neck. He turns to look into my eyes.

"No one ever knows what she's talking about."

"Okay," I respond, not exactly satisfied with his answer.

Louis, Liam, and Zayn are in the room when we enter.

"Hey Dahlia!" Louis yells, running up to hug me.

"Dahlia, how are you?" Liam asks me.

"I'm good." I give him a small smile.

"Harry's never brought a girl to an interview before," Zayn winks.

The three boys are crowded around me.

"Alright, alright. Take a step back," Harry warns them, jokingly. Although, there's a small part of me that thinks he's actually being very serious. The boys laugh and sit back down on the couches.

"Where's Niall?" I ask.

"Probably on the phone with his father. The other boys don't go back home until next week," Harry tells me. The others are quiet and still. Harry sits on the couch next to Zayn and holds his hand out for me to take. He pulls me onto his lap, his strong arms wrap around my waist from behind, holding me close. His fingers begin to play with my hair. The other boys glance at us and smile.

"You're not going home?" I ask him.

"I think I might. I can leave you alone here for the rest of the month. You'll be fine right?" He chuckles.

I roll my eyes and he kisses my shoulder. I know it's meant to be a simple action but it excites me how doting he is being towards me, in front of everyone.

"5 minutes boys!" Margaret yells.

Harry sighs and hides his face into the back of my hair. "I don't wanna leave you," he mumbles, loud enough for me to hear but not loud enough for anyone else in the room to.

"Lia, would you like to stay back here or sit in the audience?" Margaret turns to me.

I look back at Harry and his eyes are wide, encouraging.